He left, then he came. I didn't change.
Nothing changes.
The world keeps on moving every day, passing us by.
The dimension of solitary is the volume to love. It may look paradoxical to others but it's the boundless truth.
He is meant for me, but he didn't pass by.
I know he's not my half person yet before I understand everything... my heart's worn out.
And on the page 14 of 100, I fell in love.
BINABASA MO ANG
Fourth of July (Classic Series #1)
RomanceClassic Series I: Third Generation (Unedited) Fourth of July ⚝ ⚝ ⚝ He was my first love, my first affection, and my first serendipity. But I'm scared. * * * Seeing the person that I treasure the most walk away, torn me into pieces. I wa...
